Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1887-01-21
THE WAY HIS MOTHER DID.
HELEN N. WINSLOW.

HELEN N. WINsLOw.
T cured my jeremiah of thinking
that he could cook jest as his mother
did easy enough. It was the week be-
fore Thanksgiving, and says I, at the
breakfast table one morning:
"Jeremiah,' says ], II billed my
meat yesterday, and if you'll bring in
that jug of cider molasses that you
put into the ice house to keep cool
through the summer, III make up my
nince pies to-day"
A simple remark enough, and limo.
cent, but who can tell what a word
may bring forth?
II WISH" says the pardner Of my
joys, and (when he can't dodge them)
Of my sorrows, II wish T could taste
OF some OF my mothers pies again.
Them was pies as was pies''
Now, know that if Philura Jane
Jones can do one thing better than
another, it is to make mince pie,
but KEEP calm outwardly.
Glow was they NADER" says I,
'what was the lngregiences?"
"Wal," says he, II used to watch
her every Thanksgivin' time; and if
you'd hear to me, believe l could
tell jest how. Hi! wasn't they good,
though? YUM, believe I could make
'em myself
perhaps you'd BETTER says I
coolly.
II can," says he, "an' I declare for
all tryin' to boss woman round-1
will"
I couldn't help but laugh to see
him go to work. got him my big
check apron, and tied it on. drought
out the flour and the lard. and the
saleratus, and the salt and the spice.
drawer. and the sugar-box. jeremiah
he went cut and got the cider molas-
ses. The meat and apples was already
on the old table.
"'rhere!" says jeremiah. "Now III
show you something about pies"
said nothing, but went to washing
up the breakfast dishes and sweeping
up.
~ don't get to baking so early as
this, generally says l: "You've got
q good start"
20, yes he answered in his gayest
tone, "t'won't be no time afore
have them pies all settin' in a row on
the buttery shelf. Hain't you got no
sour milk?''
"Why: yes" says l, s'but you don't
want it for mince pies!''
"Who's maxim these pies?' says he.
"My mother always used to make
sour milk piecrust, and I believe it
WOULD taste good once more"
So brought the sour milk. He
dipped out about two quarts OF it in
my big yellow mixing dish.
"Wheres the short nin?" says he.
'"There's the lard, and there's the
butter here if you'd rather have it,"
my mother used lard" says he.
Where's a dish to melt it in?''
|
"Most folks rub their shortening in
to the -four" says I.
envy mother didn't says he. Gas
said before, who's maxim these
pies? If I am
II won't say another word" says I.
I've had experience in managing a
opiniOnated partner before.
He stirred his melted laru into his
sour milk, and it rose to the top in
little Jumps. Then he begun to stir in
flour. | see he hadn't put in any
saleratus, but knew him too we'll to
venture to say SO. Jeremiah Jones
sometimes needs to attend the school
kept by Experience.
He stirred and stirred and stirred.
When he fna]ly got it thick enough,
there was batter enough, such as it
was, to make several dozen pies.
These pies are goin' to be SO COCO"
says he; "we'll make up lot Of en-
Where's the pie plates?"
l brought them to him all buttered,
and he begun to roll out his crust.
BY this time it WAS so thick that it
could scarcely be induced to roll out
at all, but he worked nobly When
he got his first piece rolled down to
about an inch in thickness, be stopped
and looked at it..
Il like good thick crust, n'yself,"
says he. Gan inch thick amt too
much for q real juicy inside.
mo" answered, comforting N.Y.
self with the thought that his crust
wouldn't rise up to call him blessed,
the way most sour milk crusts do.
BY the time he had rolled out four
under-crusts, and used perhaps one
eight of his batter, he laid down his
rolllngpin. -.
"shan't | chop Your meat for your"
says I. . ,@s>. -
"No, sir-e-ess" eayshe. WHO'S max.
in these pies? / wish't you hadn't
chopped the apples. I've got an oven
tul rolled out, and now I'll mike the
inside. Where's the cheppin' trayr'
Did your mother have anybody to
hand things, or did she get them her
self" says !, good naturally, handing
him the tray and chopin knife.
He put all his meat, some four or five
4 pounds, into the tray at once and be.
gan to chop. He chopped and be
chopped and he chopped, and still
! great masses Of whole meat kept com.
ing to the sufarce. After three.quar.
tiers Of an hour Of hard work he had
I got it so there wasn't any pieces more
than one and q hall inches square and
! two inches thick, though there was
i plenty that big Then he went for tl,t
molasses jug. ISL. ..s,. I.
You amt going TO call that fin,